I think I'm over my Sasha Grey phase. I find her fascinating for a number of reasons, but damn, the talking gets old. Mostly how she keeps repeating "Gimme yr fat cock". Mix it up a little, Sasha. Please.
Ingrown hairs. I fucking hate ingrown hairs.
I always thought I didn't really give a shit about money or making a lot of it, but I realized that's not entirely true, because my dude and I _really_ wanna go to L2O for dinner and even with his 50% off coupon, we're not sure we're gonna be able to swing it. So ok, I want to make more money. Enough money that I can indulge my love of fine food more often. Oh, and fine liquors, while we're at it. Then again, given how much I indulge on my absolutely pathetic income, it really wouldn't take much.
Tonight we're going to Osteria via Stato (which I personally think is highly overrated, but hey, if you got a 50% off coupon, why not), where I may or may not splurge on the 20oz Prime Ribeye. I really want it. It's $42.95. I bought myself a 20 ouncer at the supermarket for under $15 not so long ago and seared it with plain ol' salt and lemon pepper and home and it was effin' awesome. Why in the fuck should I pay $42.95 for something I can easily make at home? But I'll bet it's soooo good. After that we're hitting up the Stereo Total show at the Bottom Lounge, which if you're in Chicago you should go to, because they are SO much fun live.
The friends and I threw a Progressive* last weekend, good times were had by all, as per usual. Ligaya demanded that I serve a drink on her behalf, Baijo and Red Bull. If you've never had Baijo, you have no idea how awful that is. Actually, I kinda like Baijo myself, though I'd rather drink it straight, but to most people, it's like asking them to drink asshole flavored gasoline. Most people obediently drank theirs, but there were a lot of complaints. To cheer them up, I made a Smoky Tiger (my own invention, kinda) - I infused some brandy with Lapsang Souchong tea (delicious on its own) and then combined it with some triple sec and a dash of bitters and garnished with an orange wedge. Yum.
I've been reading Diderot novels lately - I'm almost done with The Nun, and I finished Jacques the Fatalist a couple days ago. They're good times. Diderot is one sassy bitch.
I keep forgetting that I have a temporary membership here. I suppose I oughta take advantage of it more. You know what would help me do that? If the MY SG thing actually worked. All I wanna see is my friends' gdamn blog posts, but the shit just gives me the loading icon for 20 minutes. It's really fucking irritating.
*A Progressive is like a pub crawl, except instead of crawling between pubs, you crawl from one friend's house to another's, and everybody serves one drink at each one. Or, if you don't live in the 'hood, you serve a drink at someone else's stop. Or in the park.
Ingrown hairs. I fucking hate ingrown hairs.
I always thought I didn't really give a shit about money or making a lot of it, but I realized that's not entirely true, because my dude and I _really_ wanna go to L2O for dinner and even with his 50% off coupon, we're not sure we're gonna be able to swing it. So ok, I want to make more money. Enough money that I can indulge my love of fine food more often. Oh, and fine liquors, while we're at it. Then again, given how much I indulge on my absolutely pathetic income, it really wouldn't take much.
Tonight we're going to Osteria via Stato (which I personally think is highly overrated, but hey, if you got a 50% off coupon, why not), where I may or may not splurge on the 20oz Prime Ribeye. I really want it. It's $42.95. I bought myself a 20 ouncer at the supermarket for under $15 not so long ago and seared it with plain ol' salt and lemon pepper and home and it was effin' awesome. Why in the fuck should I pay $42.95 for something I can easily make at home? But I'll bet it's soooo good. After that we're hitting up the Stereo Total show at the Bottom Lounge, which if you're in Chicago you should go to, because they are SO much fun live.
The friends and I threw a Progressive* last weekend, good times were had by all, as per usual. Ligaya demanded that I serve a drink on her behalf, Baijo and Red Bull. If you've never had Baijo, you have no idea how awful that is. Actually, I kinda like Baijo myself, though I'd rather drink it straight, but to most people, it's like asking them to drink asshole flavored gasoline. Most people obediently drank theirs, but there were a lot of complaints. To cheer them up, I made a Smoky Tiger (my own invention, kinda) - I infused some brandy with Lapsang Souchong tea (delicious on its own) and then combined it with some triple sec and a dash of bitters and garnished with an orange wedge. Yum.
I've been reading Diderot novels lately - I'm almost done with The Nun, and I finished Jacques the Fatalist a couple days ago. They're good times. Diderot is one sassy bitch.
I keep forgetting that I have a temporary membership here. I suppose I oughta take advantage of it more. You know what would help me do that? If the MY SG thing actually worked. All I wanna see is my friends' gdamn blog posts, but the shit just gives me the loading icon for 20 minutes. It's really fucking irritating.
*A Progressive is like a pub crawl, except instead of crawling between pubs, you crawl from one friend's house to another's, and everybody serves one drink at each one. Or, if you don't live in the 'hood, you serve a drink at someone else's stop. Or in the park.
um.. are you my secret admirerer?
as for the My SG page - i have no idea why it's not loading for you, but when you click on it, look in the upper right corner where it has your picture and says "manage your stuff". there's a link to "Friends' Blogs Page" there and that'll take you to the old school way of viewing them. hopefully that works for you!